Memories of the Wind.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Beautiful Stranger.
What's the definition of space to you?
To me, I love the private space of sitting on the bus by the side of the window alone.
However, it is strange that I enjoyed the company of a stranger sitting beside me. Normally I would find it a serious act of intrusion into my privacy. My private space in a public place.
Hell no, if you might be thinking that the stranger is a pretty girl, though you got half of it spot on.
Just wanted some warmth from someone.
Call it insecurity, whatever you want. I am prefectly fine with myself.
Hee. Enjoying a small denial.
No monday blues for me. The bus ride spearheads a beautiful morning today.
.
.
Goodbye. Beautiful stranger.
To me, I love the private space of sitting on the bus by the side of the window alone.
However, it is strange that I enjoyed the company of a stranger sitting beside me. Normally I would find it a serious act of intrusion into my privacy. My private space in a public place.
Hell no, if you might be thinking that the stranger is a pretty girl, though you got half of it spot on.
Just wanted some warmth from someone.
Call it insecurity, whatever you want. I am prefectly fine with myself.
Hee. Enjoying a small denial.
No monday blues for me. The bus ride spearheads a beautiful morning today.
.
.
Goodbye. Beautiful stranger.
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